Your darkest fears A life of regrets A story of tears Time never forgets
Daylight for another While you're still dark Emotions smother You missed the mark
And this world turns While desire spins Humanity yearns But only chance wins
Violently mixed Beaten by life Utterly vexed Cut with a knife
Screaming in quiet Grasping unknowns Needfully silent Graves full of bones
Wasted by the way Deserted roads What can we say? Life’s overloads
And can we make it? Those who have lost Ever admitting Such a great cost
I don’t know for sure But please still try For hope is the cure Before we die
2-13-18 by Kirke Wise – Darkest Fears
And so often it is with the life that you were given. In recognition of actual reality or perhaps being able to accept things as they are. This is about life's disparity. Things which I imagine that some of you may perceive in your own life. It’s about clarity. We all have one very short time to live here. So embrace it. Correct it or fix it if need be. Don’t spend your time thinking about others which may seem unbroken. Think about yourself. Because it is the short life that was given to you. Make the most of it. Just something to think about. ~ Kirke
This poem was originally posted on our Watershed Journal magazine page.